A note from Claudia -
"When my school went to Yosemite Valley for a week, my hiking group composed
this poem, each person contributed 2-3 lines. . . . please print
this as a memory of our trip to Yosemite."
Majestic Mountains
Grey Granite, Green Trees
White Snow
A Symphony all around me
The freshly fallen snow is like a new sheet
of paper
But the next morning people write their messages
Then that night God laid a new sheet for us
The snow was lain perfectly on the ground
A squirrel pranced over the freshly laid sheet
Eventually deer, rabbits and other animals
made prints in the snow
At the end, we discovered the prints
Because of that we knew everything about the
animals
Snow is very
cool and pretty
Covering the
ground and trees
With it's majestic
glow to it, snow is fun
In Spring, the
snow melts slowly in the sun
In Summer, birds
take food to their young
In Fall, red
and yellow are hung aroung the tree
The mountains
free, with clear fresh air
The animals sing
and have no fear
The forest green
and grow sky high
Everything that's
natural
Pine trees color
Fresh air smell
Cold winter snowflakes
Oily slick mud
Tall redwood
Snow smothering
the branches
Flakes of snow
drifting down
Slowly covering
the forest floor
Till the snow
is six feet high
Then the wildlife
finds places to hide
Then the snow will melt and spring will
come
Animals will come to life
We won't get to snowshoe
Then at least we won't fall
The powdery snow is six feet deep
Some falls off from the pines
Covering, burying the trail
Snow is cool, snow is cold
There are tons of it in Yosemite Valley
Enough to have a million snowfights!
Nature needs
to be cherished and forever protected
for, without
nature, the wild would be without beauty
And without beauty,
we would be without life
Beautiful nature,
but unforgiving
Too ready to
claim the frail and weak
Adore her, enjoy
her
. ... above all,
respect her.
Copyright 2000 by Clara and the Red Tailed Hawks